Blood and Wine
The Lost Boys (1987) cult classic - I do not own this film or its characters.
David/Marko, Michael/Marko
"C'mon, Michael, I wanna go into town!" Sam whined for the hundredth time. Michael's nerves were wearing thin and he sighed, finally giving in.
"Fine - but don't wear that embarrassing sheet thing." He said, seeing his brother pick it up.
"What, this? That's a fashion statement, Mike!"
"It's a death sentence, Sammy; have you seen the people in this place? Just wear something normal and for once in your life, don't draw attention to yourself."
"Man, since when were you such a buzz kill?"
"Since we moved to the murder capital of the world - I'm not kidding, Sammy." He warned when Sam pulled on that ridiculous robe thing. It looked like his brother had found an ugly bedsheet, made it some sleeves then wore it like it was a completely acceptable piece of casual clothing.
Michael pulled on his old denim jacket and they headed out, riding down on Michael's bike.
Michael tried to keep his distance from Sam and his clothes, heading into a music store as they had very different tastes. Michael headed for the soft rock section (or 'cry baby music' as Sam called it), while Sam went for the punk and metal shelves. He didn't necessarily look it but Sam was very much the hard-core music fan, his brother preferred middle-of-the-road rock power ballads and acoustic guitar.
He was just looking at an Alice Cooper tape when a group of four boys came into the store, loudly. They only caught Sam's attention because they were talking about one of his favorite bands, the Ramones' new album. Looking at these people, Sam was immediately attracted: black leather, rock star hair styles, the works - he moved himself to stand where this new tape was being displayed, picking it up to peruse the track list, despite already owning it - a Christmas present from his brother.
"See? Told you." One said as they got to the display with a victorious laugh.
"Ok, ok, you were right, Marko." Another replied, chuckling. Sam glanced at them subtly, seeing two of the four opposite him. One was tall with bleach-blonde, back-combed hair, and wearing white pants and black biker boots, muscle top and leather jacket with silver fastenings, while his companion was fairly short -about 5'7", an inch or so taller than fifteen-year-old Sam - and had honey-gold curly hair and was wearing blue jeans, a white tank-top, biker boots and a leather jacket covered in colorful patches and badges. Being a man of similar taste, Sam was more attracted to the second. He looked about Sam's age, in fact, with a small physique and big green eyes… Not that Sam was being creepy or anything. The guy was super cute.
"Does this one have their latest track?" the smaller one said, reading the back.
"Yeah, it does - it's not as good as the first album though." Sam said without even thinking. They both looked up at him slightly surprised, and then the smaller one grinned
"Thanks." He said. "Paul, buy me this." He said, looking at the taller man
"Dude, you have your own money, why do I have to buy it?!" he demanded incredulously
"The bet was for $10 so if you buy me this you'll only owe me $5." He said, smiling. The taller man sighed and took the album off him, going to the desk to purchase it. Sam smiled at the smaller one, who was chuckling to himself
"So, how come you know about the new track?" he asked, looking at Sam.
"Oh, uh, I've listened to it - my cousin already has it." he said, not wanting to look weird as he already owned it but was looking at it in the store. The other nodded "I'm Sam, by the way, we just moved here.." he said. The other looked at him and smiled
"Well, welcome to Santa Carla. I'm Marko and that genius was Paul." He said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the guy now buying him the record. Sam smiled and they shook hands across the racks.
"Nice to meet you. So, what is there to do around here? Besides the Boardwalk.."
"Well, there's a great music scene around here - there's concerts on the beach all the time." Sam grinned
"Awesome, Phoenix never got any good bands - that's where we're from, originally."
"We?" he asked, smirking
"Me, my mom and my brother, Michael - he's right over there, in the soft rock section." He said, pointing. Marko looked at him and chuckled, turning back
"He's the sensitive type, huh?" Sam laughed, nodding
"Yeah, I've tried to get him to listen to better stuff but he likes Foreigner way too much." Marko laughed. Just then, Michael looked up and headed over to them "Oh God, I hope he didn't hear me. Hey, do me a favor and compliment my outfit when he gets here." Marko frowned
"Wh-" then he looked up when Michael appeared and smirked
"Hey, Sam, did you get what you wanted?" the older Emerson asked. Sam nodded, glancing to Marko "Who's your friend?" Marko smiled at him with a child-like innocence, presenting his gloved hand to shake
"I'm Marko; I was just asking Sam where he got his awesome coat." Michael shook the kid's hand, frowning and Sam grinned
"Really… I was worried about it being a little too, uh, flamboyant for around here." Marko laughed
"No way, man; flamboyant is Santa Carla's dress code." He said. Sam laughed
"See, Mike? He gets me!" he said. Michael ignored his brother and looked at the blonde. He was smirking like an arrogant little shit, but his macho stance was betrayed by his generally small physique, angelic, boyish face and his eyes: huge and deep green, sparkling slightly with amusement "Mike?" Sam asked him. Michael jumped slightly and looked at his brother, who was frowning at him "You ok there, space cadet?" Sam asked before laughing. "Man, you look dumb!"
"Marko, get your skinny little ass over here!" called a voice and the blonde kid looked round at it with a roll of his eyes, then back to the Emerson brothers.
"Gotta go; see ya around, Sam." He said with a small wave, heading over to the three older-looking guys waiting for him by the shop exit.
"Yeah, bye!" Sam called back. The two brothers watched subtly as the small teen went over to his apparent buddies, who greeted him warmly, and they walked off into the crowd
"Sammy made a friend, huh?" Michael teased with a chuckle
"Can it, Gramps." Sam replied, punching his arm.